Best Adepts Poems
With a golden circle of life
People swimming in ice
More sheeps than migrants of fife
Supple, jolly faces speaking so nice
A place so safe to reside
Viking's tongue so rich to hide
Lovers of books, elves in skirmish
Folklore of nooks, shelves of the bookish
Old democracy, noble Parliament
Delightful delicacy, nourishing not feculent
Old Norse, historical and eloquent
Language of the adepts, minds so evident
Thirteen days before Christmas
Thirteen Yulelads moving around
Thirteen nays for spoiled isthmus
Thirteen Santas with ice cream in mound
Land so free, with ice run so deep
In veins and blood, rich in culture they keep
Ten drops of drink, fun for free
Iceland in wink, pun marvels with glee
Voyager 1’s “The Sounds Of Earth”
Eleven billion miles from the sun
a record, golden when it left these parts,
a runaway hit on Voyager One,
at Ophiuchus, sure to top the charts,
will introduce Mozart to other stars,
not to mention Berry’s “Johnny B. Goode”.
The knock-offs sold in alien bazaars
will knock their socks off or at least it should
make them extend their eyestalks in surprise.
They’ll soon begin to learn to sing along
to whales recorded and the baby’s cries —
adepts might even master Earth’s birdsong.
Should Beethoven not prove to be their fave,
Then Guan PingHu’s GuQin could be their rave.
Through the torn surface with edges curled
I writh, through the never ending rift of light.
The torn sheath, its parchment colored white
beckons, surface fears squirm in angst unfurled.
With edges curled, adepts display the night.
I writh, diving inward laughing, almost contrite
through the never ending spiral, I am hurled.
Rifts of light on onyx night chose to reunite,
within the torn sheath a birthing infinite.
I writh, its parchment, a mere veneer, parts swirled
colored white,as dense as night, its content bright
beckons, bringing finer truths to all that's right,
through the torn surface with edges curled.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Date: 7/31/13
Contest:GLIMPSES OF EPIPHANY
Follow the time tested path of adepts ~
Renounce oh hermit, all mental concepts
26-February-2023
I'll die tonight
But i know I'll resurrect in the morning
The son...
7 days I'll be walking
With 12 men, friends as adepts:
We be adapting; selling dreams,
That light: don't ever be afraid to shine
Luminous weeeee...
About to join the whole
Whoa never imagined it would be
Meeeeee,
Lives so many had to die thousand times,
Whoooooaaa!
The peaceful quiet of the realm was still.
We had reached the summit of the hill.
The sun beating down on us in all its bright,
Adepts were relieved under the cloak of midnight.
We toured lush meadows and valleys.
Explore all the scenic canyons and hilly alleys.
Watch your horn and do what you wish.
Fairy butterflies are flying in the dawn swish.
Wandering all over, scattering magic dust.
Transformed into a flock of butterflies.
Glide the graceful silk gossamer flies.
Danced around the flowers in the gust.
Various shades of all the colors of the rainbow
Yellow, plum, green, titian, and blue.
I consider them as little creations of God, too.
All those features are aesthetic in their glow.
When I grasp myself in the mirror, I am shocked.
However, this blunt decay is unlocked.
an estimated stream of wisdom or abundance.
Unconsciously, resolve personal reluctance
First, it was fun to joke around and earn hope.
Remember the plans we made together?
Laugh off anything that could lead to a tether.
disappointed with the misplaced scope.
Written: December 25, 2022
we do admit
we anticipated
a loving embrace
from an unseen soul
we’d chosen to befriend
under the cloak of anonymity
having thus nurtured in our heart
an outpouring of joyful endearment
our impulse although self existent
would yet burst forth into dance
on a mere flicker of recognition
infusing in the current colour
awakening dormant nodes
into blissful nirvana bliss
upon the grazing touch
soaked in pure intent
rainbow in full view
our humanness
oft called delusion
by adepts all knowing
enables us to feel nuances
within the void of no-thingness
as oscillations of layered awareness
orbits limitations of our mind body
whilst enmeshed in maya illusion
within remorseless earth duality
bringing to us joyful expansion
followed by heart contraction
which self quietly witnesses
from the fulcrum of silence
pausing to smell the roses
with lower mind in repose
as presence celebrates
both the ebb and flow
of emotion in motion
fleeting memories
01-April-2021
Going not into graphic detail
Of what the scriptures entail
For each meditation
Upon its delineation
An inscrutable mystery
A fathomless trajectory
Meant for that one spiritual explorer alone
Words mere symbols not etched in stone
It is the subtle essence
Of the divine fragrance
Imbibed in stillness & silence
Assimilated in trusting innocence
That holds value
As we continue
Our quest
With thoughts at rest
Drawing inspiration from offered contemplation
Of songs adepts sing of their prayerful meditation
Their affirmation a validation
An aid to rest thought agitation
For the unceasing pulse of the divine love vibration
Merely requires that we tune in in quiet resonation
The rediscovery
Must be sedentary
For it is the mind body rested rediscovery and recognition
Of the pristinity of our innate ever present blissful orientation
Power & presence of bliss we wield
Our beauty veiled by the ego shield
A game of illusion among the shadows
Which we inexplicably choose to follow
The abyss of delusion into which we have leapt
Undoubtedly a tragedy of unspeakable depth
We may yet awake at this very moment and instance
Surrendering to the divine flow devoid of resistance
As we stretch & yawn
And move on
The pathless path of childlike innocence
Partaking & releasing illusions with nonchalance
Seeking not to make permanent the impermanent
Ensconced in the blissful divine flow ever present
Rediscovering
A becoming
Of blissfulness
In restful stillness
Tympani, beat tremendous!
Like thunder roll above!
Dark matter a-tenebrous;
Knowest thou of love?
Ah, young master. In good time!
Riddles, rivers, rhyme!
Griddle, fiddle, sugar, slime.
Covert cold cut chime.
All right, sir, but in earnest;
Full, brass bull, trull, wool?
Summertime, hot clime, addressed!
Roundabout red rule!
Well, it's you two! Black and Blue!
So, what else is new?
Eggs a-light, serpents a-few?
Kittens blind that mew?
Knights of the nebula pond!
Elders strong and wise...
Mighty warlocks, wave thy wand!
Prize? Between the eyes.
Adepts of tomorrow!
Always? Skies and greys.
Surcease, students, all sorrow.
Living for todays!
Miles are marked for travelers?
Yes, and reason thus:
Reality whirs, then blurs.
Black and Blunderbuss.
Rain, pour poems on prophets.
Nerves heal as they warp.
O floodwaters, try Tophet's.
Sailors, tamp the tarp...
We feel soma nectar drip through our throat,
in slow motion, delighting and pleasing,
sound of one hand clapping, in our heart’s moat,
where rapture borne by bliss is unceasing.
The energy grid that loops feeble form,
entwines polarities dancing within
and as we’re swept away in this bliss storm,
with each breath, we feel ignition begin.
Under the facade of mental concepts,
we see in clear sight, light of our Self bright,
as we adapt to wisdom of adepts,
consumed by God’s flame, by day and by night.
Nothing need be done, nothing need be planned,
as we are being by bliss mists suntanned.
Pick-A-Title, Vol 54 Poetry Contest // Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 13, 2025
It stalks in silent corners of the mind.
A whisper, jagged, dark, and undefined.
Its claws creeps walls we dare not show,
eyes ecstatic where our hearts should glow.
It scoff on mistrust, on every hidden fear,
gnawing at the edges of what we hold dear,
A silent growl underneath the laughing sound.
A truth too fierce to face the day unbound.
Yet deep down inside the marrow of this fight.
A spark ignites a flutter of quiet light.
We don’t meet the beast with sword or shield
but with the quiet courage the heart alone can hold
It howls, it rampage, yet we will not fall,
it's shadow recoils before our inner call.
The beast is vicious, but we are more vicious still--
Adepts of the darkness by our iron will.